HUMUHUMUNUKUNUKUAPUA’A
In the last strand of string theory, there’s a lack of anything but the Void’s holy water
Maybe it flows and maybe it doesn’t, it might be ice, vapor, or an evaporated molecule
Matter, It is all that matters, words created from lines in the sand or red dirt, an original
No copies anywhere else in the solar system, galaxy & arguably entire universe of HAL.
Blown job inside of your recon kit, in case you get the Jones’ runnin’ amok in a wet dream
Within that wet dream once again, dreaming that you’re dreaming & can’t wake up a team
Faith in what will happen tomorrow is a phantom of everybody’s opera, faith no more in it
Sounds & feelings to hear & feel, sights to see, scents to whiff, all immaculate taste of chit.
What I can say, I can tell you all, you may not believe but you certainly will in live thin skin
Lying in a morgue or just fell into some unimaginable situation, at Peace or in the holy War
In the end of the line, there is the oneness like no other place in the whole universe’s spin
Dripping iced, boiled coffee grounds until clearwater turned to chocolate brown for ½ & ½.
Apparently, the appearance of a shining light in the darkness is a magnetic attraction to It
Anything of any planetary species requires rivers and seas to flow, incredibly golden chit
Before mankind discovered WORD, there were only bacteria and viruses to be, a Big Bang
Think anything but rhythm and rhyme & you’re in good company, a queer quotient rang.
Cause just before the primary one to be the godfather/godmother/god Amma for reals
Hits and misses when you have nothing but fortune and accident become moot, Id feels
But the super-Ego and it’s only minion, the Ego mind mines the diamonds, drinkin’ Tang
Dreams nothing but reality you find incredible, you have the Will to Power the shebang.
Did you live out your life to be thrust to the end of the universe, no saving holy Ones in
This Twilight Zone of Causes & Effects created in perpetuity to the inner demons, all I am
Twinkle little or big star, it’s all the Will to Power gleaned from the classics of talkin’ heads
Right here & right now, tools only telescope and microscopic flick of the switched creeds.
Originating before presence in fertilized ovum form, you didn’t exist, once & for all Time
Synchronized minds of millions to group think one way, never another way but One, ever
Criticize my critique of Syntactic Structures, Noam Chomsky all good, I don’t GAF, I’m free
Pops asked me if I had any questions about birds & bees, gave the lowdown, apple tree.
Down the same drain your forefathers measured for burial & atom distribution to the wind
Man, unkind as it sounds, must eliminate the roaches, rats & odor defalcation all in the mind
Dim lights & dim wits all of which become burnt into ash, disbelief kicks the cans dead ends
I’ve lived & died right there at the dead end, by a fire hydrant between cotton tree depends.
Fire in the hole, subject after subject from Spell to Math to Geographical Wah-Wah cultures
Looking for work to get paid to pay for the food to eat & quarters to inhabit, bunkbed pure
Systematic as the Earth wobbles & revolves about a burning black hole, you can’t look hotrod
Naturally you’ll go blind, your retina can’t get next to the God, we worship, the sun of God!
Over & under the plans of mankind, there never were any except pictographs & hieroglyphs
Inside of caves on the walls, inked up & never rain washed, why & where they came from
Nobody knows, a bunch of the foreigners before the USA became the power, all masons free
On being a man who knew the lowdown, it pays to have good karma, be nice as the nymphs.
Lost the light in the darkness, didn’t pay bills, I was laid off, I lost my paycheck on the lottery
Loaned more from the Man, interest 25% compounded daily, I’m now the gangster of a hood
Hired the spies & compiled the strategies, executed the plan in a perfect synchronization ditty
Secured on an island, hilarious as Gilligan’s show, mamas fine, species survived, got all woke!
A jitterbugging for the rocks that used to roll before the necrosis set into the sinews & bones
Still kickin’ in my barn though, got the bull by the horns and it’s the prize of the holy i-phone
Got all wound up ‘cause we were gettin’ ready to roll up to the coast, rockin’ by the seaside
Pacific or Atlantic don’t matter, I’ll take the Gulf of America down below Texas, my fly bye.
Mixed up only deep within my own thin skin, bones & sinews keep the verve keepin’ cover
To my one mind’s eye, the two in the sockets and I know the ending of sight-seeing, it’s over
Morning dawn to the sunset of evening, chimes of the bell tower wakin’ up the i-Phones
Growing upon the whippersnappers who bounced on the knee & then threw the stones.
Rising up to the top where the cream survives the heat of the burn into gas, empty tanker
Ran out of the fuel long before the cruise in darkness, floating and gliding down to Earth
Peels of the peaches and space junk that floated about until gravity called it a mortal’s sin
So and so, it’s what y’all are, what I am is what I am or what is it? Figment of imagination.
All completely severed from the Oneness, being just one of the many billions is shorthanded
Nothing t’all you nor I may inject will help the situation become optimal for the minions of all
You know and I know that many fish are Humuhumunukunukuapua’a, but they do not know
No brain or mind, just swim, consume, inject ova with Cheerios & Wheaties juice, let’s blow.
All gypsy men lookin’ for their homes, they got to find a place for the safe home to slide into
Hearts and souls depleted regenerate the effulgence lost in the trip down the fallopian tubes
Maybe you’ll run right into the exact target you’ve aimed for, maybe not, you may die empty
Just because you thought you were so pretty, took advantage of the miracle I made, yeah, me!
Calming the sea of tidal waves comin’ into the Jersey shore, chairman of the board’s orders it
Hence, the water stops churning undertow & acts as a swamp, dead sea of life, not one teat
Keeping out of places we’re not allowed to go due to pressure on our genome, we blow sheet
Can’t glean the Truth from the bull’s scat applied to philosophy & religion, I’m agnostic, Eff It!
Pressure inside a container will implode if the whole shebang is inside of a vacuum sans air
Hits and misses on the bulls’ eyes are what it’s all about, you will never know the Words again
Silence is as golden as the silver bullets in the werewolves’ heads and hearts, but I don’t care
Words, sworn in pathetic vulgarity, in jest or in complete disbelief of the Whole, a Holy Zazen.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, August XXVth MMXXV Anno Domini 555 PMPST
{ Kicked this out
my head while jammin’ to @WARtheBand LIVE on youTube link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xbB0FOrynAA }
F I N I S
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Got wood ??
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